Too Much of the Past Today

Too Much of the Past Today

Slipping through my fingers,
falling into a whirlwind
of memories once again.
Unable to escape
what I have become
and what I have done
to myself this time.
It is unfixable.
My memories has shaped me
into a darkening from.
They filter through my being.
They fill my mind like puddles
of the darkest shadows.
All while this ragged spirit
dreams of impossibilities.

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